Your mother, Laura, was sitting there with one of her murder mysteries, and didn't even look up until you said something. "Mom, I think there is something wrong with me."
She looked up, and her eyes went huge in horror. She shouted in panic and rushed towards you. Your mother was an attractive woman, you had always thought so without shame, though you weren't attracted to her. She was in her mid thirties, having had your older sister quite young and you and your other sister not long after. She still had a tight body, and your friends told him she had a huge rack. He tried to ignore that. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and a full, red lips. "Oh my God Mark! What the hell happened! You have boobs!" She yelled.
When she got close, you suddenly found your head at work against your will. Your tentacles slid from Sarah's neck as you clambered onto your mothers rounded bosom. You tentacles, for a moment, slid almost eagerly under the folds of her shirt, under her bra and in between her cleavage. You stared face to face with her for a moment, both of you too surprised to speak. Then the tentacles became more aggressive, wrapping around your mother's neck and squeezing. Where before you had replaced Sarah's head entirely, you seemed to be spreading whatever you had to your mother now. Her neck stretched and some of your tentacles wiggled up into her skull as her head fell away from its body. You quickly found yourself replacing her head, and you suddenly had a body again. You first noticed the weight change. Sarah had big boobs, but your Mom had at least four cup sizes on her. You couldn't believe it, you had your mom's body.
"Mark what the fuck is happening!" Shrieked your mother from the floor, panic plain in her voice. You bent over, the weight of your new chest almost carrying you over, to pick up your mothers head. You held her in front of you, her own manicured hands gripping her slender neck, which was now sprouting it's own tentacles at worrying speed. For a moment, you considered how pretty your mother's face was, even without a body.
You had almost forgotten about Sarah, but she voiced her own concern quite readily. "What the hell is going on." You turned around to see that her own head was back, and that it was thoroughly worried looking. Before anything else could be said you found your body moving on its own volition momentarily, as it tossed your mother's now tentacle-ridden head at Sarah. This time you got to see how this strange and creepy virus worked. You mother heads, which was denying the reality of the situation, landing quite similarly on Sarah's rack, and then proceeded to clamber over the girls head. The Tentacles seemed to wrap around her head and neck, and also worm into her skin. "Not again." She managed, as your mother's head clamped firmly over top.
Your mother stared at you in shock, her slightly aged head contrasting with her youthful and scantily clad body.
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